Supremacy's Characters

Name:
Our character’s full name is Solitude Christian Wolstenholme. Solitude most often goes by the nickname Sol, because it is easier to say than Solitude, and because it sounds like his name is somewhat normal (a variation of the name Saul). Solitude’s name may be odd, but it is one of those odd family names that is passed from generation to generation. Solitude would’ve been the fourth in his family to have the same name, but his middle is name is Christian instead of Christopher. His mother seemed to have done it as a joke, or maybe because she didn’t like her parents and it would be considered a smack in the face.

The name Solitude goes all the way back to Solitude’s great-great grandfather. His grandfather’s true name was Sjborn. Sjborn was a vagabond, not actually having a home. He traveled far and wide across the continent of Europe. He didn’t prefer to leave the area though. He didn’t like being too far away from where he came from. When Sjborn was at the age of twenty-nine, he was passing through Sundsvall, Sweden. There he met his future wife to be, Anja Hjerdstet at a local tavern. Once his eyes saw her, Sjborn knew who he was going to finally marry. After months of his incessant asking, Anja finally said yes to Sjborn being able to take her hand in marriage. He was a kind man, and easily likeable. Anja was happy with Sjborn, and the other way around as well.

Sjborn never revealed where he was truly from. When told, he said he came from loneliness. From loneliness, Sjborn came up with other names as well such as: Forlorn, Gloom, Dejection, but finally rested on the word Solitude. There was no specific reason as to why he liked the name Solitude, he just did. From there on out until the rest of his days he told people that he was from Solitude, a town far far away from everywhere. Sjborn was even called by Sjborn From Solitude.  

When Anja gave birth to her only son, Sjborn insisted that the child be named Solitude, so the child would never forget where he came from. The child grew up having pride in the name Solitude. It was different. It was something he was proud of. The son never forgot his roots. He ended up naming his first-born son Solitude. The third Solitude didn’t have a son, but instead had three daughters. He instructed his oldest daughter, Svana that she would have to name Solitude, to keep the family tradition. Svana grew up thinking she would, but she ended up hating her parents at the time she gave birth to her son, so in defiance, she gave her son the middle name Christian instead of the family middle name Christopher. She didn’t want to feel a lot of wrath from her father, so she only made a minor change to the name. She still gave him the first name of Solitude though, for she had promised her father that she would name the boy Solitude (she wasn’t one to break a promise, she stuck to her word).

Gender:
Solitude has one X chromosome plus a Y chromosome, making him a male.

Mortal Parent:
Svana Wolstenholme was only seventeen years old when she first met Polydeuces. He appeared to her as a transfer student from Washington in her school. Svana thought he looked good and liked his personality, but always stared at him from afar. She was too afraid to go and tell him how she felt.

It wasn't until she was eighteen when Polydeuces approached her and asked her out on a date. Svana was in love with how he looked, but he only liked her accent. Things got sorted out between the two and they seemed as if they were made to be together. The first date went smoothly, then another came and went, then another. The couple began to get pretty serious. After seven months or so of dating, Svana got pregnant. Her parents, enraged with her, kicked her out of their home and she had to go live with her friend in a small apartment.

Polydeuces left Svana after he figured out she was pregnant. This made her heartbroken. She loved him and had his child in her, and he just left her. She never saw him again. The child was the only thing that kept Svana going. She wasn't cruel enough to kill it by killing herself. It wasn't possible.

Svana had to get a job and dropout from high-school so she could help pay her friend's rent on the apartment. Her friend helped take care of her as she got closer and closer to her due date. Svana was extremely thankful for her. She made life so much easier for her, or as easy it could get when you're pregnant and extremely depressed because your lover left you without warning.

Soon enough the time had come for Solitude to be born. She was rushed to the hospital by her friend and gave birth to her son with no problems. She named him Solitude Christian, in defiance to her parents. She was supposed to name him Solitude Christopher, but Svana didn’t exactly like her parents at the time. She did it mainly to tick them off ever more.  After a few more months of living with her friend and son, the depression got a better hold on Svana. She missed Polydeuces so much. All she wanted was him. She stopped taking care of herself and her child; her friend had to take care of Solitude for her. Her friend thought it was just a phase, but it wasn't. Two weeks later, Svana ended her life with a forceful stab to the chest by a kitchen knife.

Svana's friend, Alyssa Larns, decided it was her responsibility to take care of Solitude; besides, she had been doing it for the past two weeks or so. She treated the boy with much love and care, and so did her boyfriend, who helped in everyday he could to help his partner out. Eventually the two got married to each other and raised Solitude as if he was their own child. They both loved him very much and raised him well. They also had other children, who were taught that Solitude was their real brother. Even Solitude himself had thought that Alyssa was his real mother. Everything he knew was a lie.

God Parent:
Polydeuces, the god of horsemen, hunting, and boxing, as well as one of the Dioskouroi, came down from the godly world because he was feeling a tad bit...lonely. He wanted someone to love, someone to spend time with. But he was a god, so his attention span with mortals was a short amount of time, maybe a few months of so. He ended up making himself appear to mortals as a cool-kid hipster dude. He decided to hit up Washington for women. He wanted someone young, so he made it so he was a transfer student into a large high school is New York.

Polydeuces, or his made up name Derek Mindol, tried out quite a few girls before coming across Svana. He could tell that she was fascinated by him from a first glance, so he made himself act different, but in ways that he knew the girl would like. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the school, but she had a cute accent.

Derek made his move on Svana right before the annual prom. He asked her to go and she happily said yes. They went to prom and everything went great. Svana really liked him, but he still only liked the accent. After a few months of so called dating, Polydeuces got Svana pregnant with a boy. Polydeuces didn’t want to exactly have another child, so he simply ditched her after he was told Svana was pregnant. He didn’t care about the girl. All she was to him was a cute accent. That was it. He didn’t feel bad about leaving. He just ended up finding other girls to hit on. The tough life of a god, he had.

Date of Birth:
Solitude was born on a rainy night in the July of 1996. The second day, at eleven O’clock at night to be exact. After doing the math, it can be found out that he is sixteen years old. According to the Chinese horoscope, Solitude was born in the year of the rat, specifically the fire rat. Apparently this means that he is supposed to be courageous and honored. He doesn’t see it though. He doesn’t find the rat very respectable like how it is in Chinese history. He is also a cancer if the Greek horoscope was applied to him.

Place of Birth:
Solitude was born in a large, bustling hospital in New York City. His was born without any issues and was as healthy as a newborn baby can be. His mother got dirty looks by people who saw her with a child, which was another contributing factor to her depression. She didn’t want to live the fact that she had a child at such a young age. Solitude was brought home three days after he was born, but his mother didn’t exactly take much care of him. Her roommate took place as a caretaker. Little did she know was that it would be for forever.

Hometown/Last Residence:
Solitude stayed in the same house inside of the large city of New York City, New York, for his whole entire childhood...well until he left for camp, that is. His family moved from house to house though. They had gone through four houses by the time he went to camp. Alyssa and her husband, Trent, liked living in the city and had many friends that they could never part with. They both also had good local jobs that did not have branches to migrate to in other cities. They stay put and plan on never leaving.

Race/ethnicity:
Solitude is Caucasian, being of Swedish and Dutch descents. Because his father is a god, he is also fifty percent Greek. His great grandfather, Solitude (of course)  made the travel from Sweden to Canada in the year of 1934. He also took along his wife, who was one hundred percent Swedish. They made the journey while they were still at young ages, 29 and 26 to be exact. The two settled in Quebec and started a family. Solitude started his own carpentry business, whereas his wife, Freja, stayed at home to take care of their child, Solitude’s (the one the form is about) grandfather and his two siblings, who were eight and four, while Solitude was two. The carpentry business bloomed, and the family had quite a bit of money compared to other families around. In the winter of 1950, the family’s house caught on fire and everyone but young Solitude managed to escape the blaze alive.

Solitude from then went and bought a small house in another area of Quebec. He was young to be living on his own, but he quickly gained a job at a local factory. The pay was low and the conditions were terrible, but Solitude needed the money. Solitude met another worker at the factory whose name was Vivica. The two struck a chord and ended up getting married in the summer of 1954. They both decided to find better jobs. The factory would take a toll on their health if they worked there any longer. Solitude decided to begin where his father did: by opening a carpentry shop. Vivica ended up giving birth to a boy who they, of course, named Solitude. Once old Solitude gained enough money, the family moved to America; New York to be exact. There was good business there, and people were always building there. It was a great place for a carpenter.

Things went well for the family of three in New York. Old Solitude brought in the cash, when Vivica took care of their child and did mainly housework. The young Solitude grew up at what seemed way too fast to his father and mother. He was soon out of the house and found love, a girl named Amber. Amber was fifty percent Dutch, twenty five percent German, ten percent English, and fifteen percent Finnish. The two got married and moved out. They were living on their own now. The couple moved to the outskirts of New York City, preferring a more quiet life. Young Solitude landed a job as a banker, something much different than a carpenter. Amber was unable to have children, so the two weren’t able to have any offspring. In 1978, the two finally managed to adopt a child. A girl, who was almost completely Swedish. This made Solitude happy, for that was where his family was from.

The girl, who was named Svana, grew up in a loving family. She loved her family right back as well. But then she got into her teen years. She grew rebellious to her parents, and went against what they told her. She felt as if she didn’t have to obey them, because she knew that they weren’t her parents. She ended up having a child, the father being a complete stranger to the girl’s parents. The now old Solitude was enraged at Svana and kicked her out of the house before she even had her child. Svana went to live with her friend and gave birth to her child a few months afterwards. She named her child, a boy, Solitude. She changed the middle name though, as another act of rebellion against her parents. This is where the story ends, and Solitude’s (the child) picks up.

Accent:
Solitude has a New York Accent, which is one the most recognizable dialects in American English. He picked the accent up from Alyssa and Trent. His mother did not have a New York Accent, she had one that was more of a Dutch accent that she had picked up from her mother. He says words that end with ‘r’ as if they ended with ‘a’. Also he sometimes adds an ‘r’ to words that end with a vowel. He pronounces the letter ‘g’ very hard as well. Sometimes he will good around and pronounce his words as thuggish as he can, like saying ‘da’ instead of ‘the’ and whatnot.

Skin Tone:
Normally, Solitude is quite pale. During the summer his skin get burned instead of tanned, giving him a reddish complexion during the hot months. He spends almost all of his time outside, doing various sports and activities, so he is bound to have blotchy red skin during the summer. During the colder months his skin gets very pale, almost as if he is sickly. His hands tend to get bright red and cracked when it is cold out as well, forcing him to wear skiing gloves. Sometimes his hands even get to the point where the skin breaks and he actually starts to bleed. The boy has tried many things to get rid of the affliction, but the condition seems to be incurable The dryness does go away during the summer and spring, making his hands look normal, but kicks right back in again once it starts getting to become winter time.

Eye Color:
Solitude’s eyes are a deep brown, the color of dark-chocolate brownies. He inherited the color from both his father and his mother. His mother had eyes that were almost like gold, but his father’s were much more intense and almost appeared as if they were black. The two colors seem to clash in his eyes, for his eye has a base color of dark brown, but has creamy brown rings around the outside edge of the iris, giving his eyes a quite creepy look to them. It looks as if he has his pupil, his iris, then a golden ring wedged in between his iris and the white of his eyes.

Hair Color:
Solitude’s hair is mostly a light brown color that resembles the color of peanut butter. His hair has a few dark brown streaks in it as well, making it almost look as if the boy dyed his hair from light brown to dark. Solitude isn’t really into altering his appearance, he likes how he looks. He would never think of doing something stupid such as dying his hair or getting piercings, or other things of the sort.

Hair Length:
Solitude’s hair is very unkempt and has slight curls to it. It looks as if he sits there and twirls his hair around his fingers all day, which he, in fact, does not do. When straightened, it reaches down to the middle of his eyes in the front and right below the bottom-middle of his neck in the back. Sometimes he will gel his hair so it stays straight after he showers, but that is only when he wants to look tidy, which is almost never.

As a child Solitude always kept his hair super short. He always felt hot as a kid, so he didn’t want anything making him feel extra heat. Solitude is generally still always hot now, but he deals with it. He likes how it looks longer, and won’t let a little bit of discomfort mess that up.

Height:
Solitude was always a small child, usually around four or five inches smaller than the other boys in his school classes. Probably because most of them were idiots and were held back or failed multiple times. He stayed the same height of four foot eleven until he hit seventh grade at the age of thirteen. He had quite the growth spurt as well and it was consistent over the time span of three years. By eighth grade he was at the height of five foot ten. It shocked a lot of people to see how much had changed over the summer. He went from being five foot five on the last day of school in seventh grade to five foot ten the next Fall.

Solitude’s mother was fairly tall as well; she stood at the height six feet and one inch before she ended her life. Polydeuces, or Derek, made his mortal body the height of six foot three, so Solitude is going to be a tall kid. He isn’t done growing yet and he is currently at the height of six feet exactly.

Weight:
Solitude was very lanky as a child. He was just skin and bone. When was often made fun of and called anorexic by other kids. Surprisingly, the kids even knew what the word meant; Solitude didn’t. Once the growth spurt was launched upon him, Solitude’s weight started to increase as well. Not in an unhealthy way though. He started feeling better about himself and wanted to make himself appear as if he could be intimidating. The boy started to lift weights and do other types of workouts. He went on runs through the city often, despite Alyssa’s clear instructions not to. She thought it wasn’t safe, but Solitude was at the ‘know it all’ stage of his childhood at the time. Luckily, he never did run into any trouble.

Solitude tends to eat very healthy foods. He is a vegetarian and doesn’t eat meat to get protein. Instead, he has to eat a lot of nuts to gain the mineral. Solitude weighs in the scales at 169 pounds, almost all of it muscle.

Body Type:
Solitude’s body is built as if he was to be a football player. He is a tall solid wall of muscle. His arms and legs a very toned. As a child he was very weak and skinny, but muscles accompanied his soar in height as well. He didn’t magically become jacked though. Solitude started to work out everyday after school from seventh grade onwards. He did play football, and was quite good at it as well. His legs are build for both speed and for being planted into the ground to prevent someone from moving. His arms are basically canons when it comes to a football. Despite all of this, Solitude doesn’t really look as if he is muscular. He likes to wear darker colors because they tend to make one look slimmer, so he often looks as if he is the average high schooler. Don’t expect him to be fitting into skinny jeans or anything of the sorts anytime soon though.

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Solitude is a bit taller than most of the kids his age by a few inches or so. Not many kids in his school are as tall as him, but only a few can claim to be at his height. All the kids who can are basketball players. No basketball for Solitude though. He would rather play football. The boy’s eyes are inset, making it appear as if he is constantly squinting. It also can give him a scary look as well. Some people often accuse him of being on drugs because of this as well.

Solitude doesn’t have very prominent cheekbones. His neck is a bit longer than most peoples. His neck and jaw are almost at the same height, giving the bottom of his head a streamlined look. He has broad shoulders that are meant to be used for pushing people out of the way. That’s what he does with them as well. His nose is quite small and narrow. It is isn’t hooked or anything, just . . . normal.

Solitude has light eyebrows that are nowhere close to being a monobrow or really bushy. They are placed an inch or so above his eyes, and cut off abruptly an inch past the middle of his eye, facing inwards. His eyes are dark brown with an odd ring of light creamy brown on the outside that he inherited from both his father and mother. They both had brown eyes, Polydeuces’ were almost black whereas Svana’s were like golden spheres.

Solitude’s stature leans slightly inwards. As a kid he had really bad posture, but his dad often yelled at him to stand and sit up straight. The yelling did the trick too. Solitude’s posture improved quite a bit, but he is still a bit bent over when he stands up and sits.

Messy light brown hair covers his head and keeps it nice and warm during the winter. It has natural streaks of dark brown in it, giving it the looks as if he took random strips of his hair and dyed it. Solitude doesn’t pay much attention to it though. It is just hair.

Solitude’s face is fairly clear of acne and blemishes, but he still will get the occasional zit. He will pop it as soon as it shows up though, even though that just makes it come back bigger. His skin doesn’t tan well, but instead gets red and blotchy in the sunlight. Solitude’s skin usually has a red tint to it during the summer, for he is almost always outside. The boy gets really bad cracked and dry hands in the winter, and sometimes it gets to the point where his hands looks like as if they were purple. So far he hasn’t found a cure for it. It tends to fade to normal during the springtime and come back at fall.

Solitude can normally be found wearing a black shirt and cargo shorts. During the winter he will put on a zip-up hoody and straight-legged pants though. The guy can not stand how the standard Camp Half Blood tees look though. The orange makes his body look a bit too red. He will usually wear a black shirt with some brand name logo on it such as Volcom or Diamond. He tends to stick to shorts and a t-shirt though. (Shorts are comfy and easy to wear!) Whenever he has to look formal, Solitude will simply throw on a pair of black jeans and a light blue windbreaker. That is his definition of fancy. Solitude normally wears low cut socks with his black and green Adidas skating shoes. He doesn’t actually like skateboarding, he just likes how the shoes are styled and fit. The boy doesn’t really care what other people think of him, so he doesn’t spend much time on his wardrobe.

Weapon:
The day Solitude came to camp he was outfitted with a weapon. He was more suited for a heavy hitting sword or axe because of his build, but he insisted on having something that would not be a bear to lug around. (He didn’t exactly know about magic at the time). The boy tried out various different swords, axes, and scythes, but found that he felt most comfortable with a war axe. They were much lighter than a normal axe, but inflict the same amount of hurt. The kids at the forge quickly created a war axe for him that felt amazing to him. It was perfectly balanced, and it looked cool as well. The handle is around eight inches long and the Celestial Bronze blade is seventeen inches long. The boy didn’t name the weapon like how most kids named their weapons. It was just a weapon, nothing special. The axe does not transform into a special item such as a watch or a ring. He has a strap on his hip for it. When he is out in public, he has to put his axe in a sheath that can be slung across his back. This is because the axe gets modified by the mist to appear as if it is a bass guitar. They don’t make side cases for basses, being the reason why he has to have two sheaths.

Besides the axe, Solitude has a Yew wood bow for more ranged fighting. As with his axe, it does not have a name. It is just a bow, nothing special. Now if Solitude was to make a weapon, he might name it. The weapons he had weren’t made by him, so they were not special. They were basically stock weapons.

Armor:
Armor does not play a very big role when Solitude fights. He prefers to have mobility rather than being able to absorb blows. It is a risky trade, but it hasn’t let him down yet. The boy owns a chestplate, greaves, and gauntlets that double as brass knuckles. Every piece of his armor is forged from Celestial Bronze. He doesn’t have the fancy Stygian Iron that underworld kids like to boast about. Oh boy, who cares if it can suck out your soul? Big deal.

If one was to categorize Solitude’s armor, it would be under the heavy section. The armor weighs seventy pounds altogether. It doesn’t really bother Solitude to lug it around though. He is strong enough to move around in it with ease. He doesn’t like how it makes him extremely hot though. That is another reason why he dislikes wearing armor. The armor is Solitude’s only magical item. Each individual piece can shrink down into a lego brick. Each piece is different. His left greave is a blue brick, the right one is green. The right gauntlet is red, while the left one is yellow. The chestplate is black. The lego bricks can be put together to form a small box. To equip his armor, Solitude has to take apart the box, then simply place them anywhere on their respective areas (blue brick on his left shin, black onto his chest, etc.) Upon contact with his body, the bricks expand into the full armor piece. The whole process takes only about thirty seconds. It is a pain for him to put the box together and take it apart, so Solitude usually just leaves it on a desk next to his bed at his bunk.

Pet(s): Solitude does not own any pets. If it was up to him, he would try to get something cool, like a chameleon or something. He has plain bad luck with animals though. When he takes care of them and everything, but they still just seem to hate him. Because of this, he forces himself not to get any pets. He would love to have one, but every animal seems to hate him. As a child his parents had a dog and it was always growling and attempting to bite Solitude. This is actually the reason he is afraid of dogs. But someday he does plan on buying some type of reptile, preferably something like a lizard.

Skills/Talents:
As a child, Solitude read very few books, but the ones he read he learned from. Once he got a book about lock picking, and tested every example in it out. Once he had managed to pick a small padlock, he bought himself a real lock picking set. He then ran around and unlocked anything he could. He became quite good at it. He could unlock almost anything after practices for a long time. The boy has calmed down a bit with unlocking everything and anything, mainly because he got into a lot of trouble due to it. He now only picks locks when it is necessary, such as breaking into a store to get food or something of the sorts.

Solitude is also quite a fast runner as well. When he went to school he would do only two sports: track and football. Football was more of his thing though. He only took track so he could run faster in football. He never usually participated in track events, he was lazy when it came to things like that. He often purposely missed the meets when his coach would tell people who were competing in what. He took football the most seriously. He had a cannon arm, as he likes to call it. Add that with being jacked and the ability to run fast and you have a grade A football player.

The child of Polydeuces also specializes in hand to hand combat. He took Tae Kwon Do as a child, and got up to a black belt. He doesn’t shout when he makes every strike though. He doesn’t want to make himself look stupid. The boy can land a wrecking blow, by both his feet and his hands. He is not one to get into a fist fight with. One is better off with hitting him with an arrow from afar.

Solitude is a very talented bassist and guitarist. He took lessons from a man who was once in a famous rock band. He still takes his lessons every time he goes to visit his home. The boy started taking lessons at the age of six, focusing mainly on a acoustic guitar. He wasn’t big enough to hold a full scale guitar, so he was forced to use the cheap little kid ones that barely worked. He made do with them though. As he got older, Solitude got big enough where he could hold and play a full scale guitar. At the age of eleven the boy took up playing the bass, which he preferred over the guitar. He loved the deep sound to it rather than the high notes of an electric guitar. He stopped playing the guitar so much and focused on the bass, which his teacher was amazing at as well. It was no problem for him to switch over from one instrument to another. He was a jack of all trades: instrument version

Flaws:
Solitude is quite audacious in everything he does. He loves to live and be alive, but he does enjoy to live his life to its fullest. He often jumps head first at his fear, trying to defeat them. He knows that the only way to face his fears is to suffer from them. Solitude is one of those people who will not hesitate to go on a roller coaster or something more extreme such as sky diving.

When it gets colds out, Solitude’s hands get all cracked and dry. This causes quite a bit of pain for him. He refuses to seek medical help for them, for he knows there is no cure for it. His hands will randomly get cracked and start to bleed. This causes him to get pain in his hands randomly from the skin breaking apart. Sometimes it also makes his hands numb and he will lose all feeling in them. This is a rare occurrence though, only happening about twice every winter. Sometimes it happens more, sometimes it doesn’t even take place. Solitude has no idea what causes it, but doesn’t exactly want to figure out. He found that wearing gloves all the time helps a lot, so he can often be found wearing black skiing gloves. He doesn’t like it and thinks it makes him look like a freak, but it makes his hands feel a lot better when he wears them.

Solitude is very callous. He tries his best to hide all of his emotions. He often has a plain look on his face, suggesting that he is bored or tired. He attempts to keep this face during any situation. He may look like he is calm and collect, but on the inside he could be freaking out. The boy generally isn’t affected by emotions though. Death or sadness does not faze him. He cannot really read emotion in other people as well, making him sometimes look stupid in front of people. He doesn’t see how people can feel things such as love or happiness, it actually kind of sickens him.

Solitude likes to show off. He enjoys making people see what he can do. When someone is struggling with something he is good at, Solitude will often do the same thing, making it appear easy. This applies to many of the things he does. He doesn’t like it when people do the same to him though. He gets angry when he sees someone showing off just to make him angry. The guy doesn’t really notice himself showing off though. He just does it without thinking. He doesn’t think of any personal gain or anything. He just likes to show that he can do things that other people struggle in.

Rebellion is just another thing wrong with Solitude. He likes to be the different one out; the person who never follows the rules. He doesn’t like to be told what to do, he does what he pleases. Whenever he is told to do something, he will usually not do it, unless it is something of urgency. Whenever he is told that he can’t go anywhere, he will openly defy the person telling him that, and manage to sneak out or just simply walk out the door. Solitude likes to be in control of what he does. He refuses to bow to anyone. No one is higher than him and he is higher than nobody. He doesn’t need to respect anyone and no one needs to respect him.

Solitude doesn’t really have many friends. He doesn’t really know how to communicate with people nicely. He always comes off as cold and harsh, even when he doesn’t try. He has a few friends, but only because they act like him. He isn’t good at approaching people and being like “Hi! What’s your name! What’s your favorite color?” or anything else stupid like that. It doesn’t come to him naturally like it does to some people. The boy prefers to stick to himself and not communicate with other people. It is how he is and something he can’t really fix.

Solitude suffers from Myopia, which is more commonly known as being nearsighted. Due to this he always has to either wear glasses or contact lenses. He tends to stick with contacts, because they aren't that much of a pain to take in and out and don't make him look as if there is something wrong with his eyes. The boy absolutely hates wearing his glasses, he feels that they make him look like a freak or something along the sorts. He just sticks with contacts that he needs to change out everyday. He has to get a new box of them every three months. They don't come cheap either, so Solitude relies on his parents to pay for them. Sometimes they can't afford them and the boy is forced to purchase them with the little money he can make.

Strengths:
Solitude has very good battle instincts. He has fast reflexes in battle and is good at anticipating what moves people are going to make. The boy is also very good at persuading people. He knows quite well how to layer his tongue with poison and how to make things sound good when in reality they suck. Solitude is quite strong as well from playing sports and working out. He can hit hard with both his hands and his weapons. The guy is good at telling if people are lying or nervous. He read a book all about how the body reacts to lying and other feelings that people try to hide. He can tell if someone is lying just by how their eyes look. He calls this his “psychic” ability. The boy also faces fear head-on. He appears to be as if he is not afraid of anything, making him appear as if he would be a great leader. That is something he would never want to do. If something ever happened to someone he told to do something, he would never forgive himself.

Weaknesses:
Solitude often disregards the fact that his life is fragile. He is a person who will jump right into the fray, not thinking about what could happen to him. He never seems to have the time to think; he always has to act immediately. The boy is not good with people, especially girls. He can never find words to say when comes his time to speak. He often makes situations awkward because words never come to his mouth. In his head he will come up with a list of things he could say, but usually crosses them off the list as he goes through them. Most of them are dumb statements like “How is the weather?” or “So how have you been?” For him, words don’t flow like how they do with some people who seem to always have the right thing to say. Solitude also appears to always be in a bad mood. Maybe it is because he never has people to hang out with, or just the fact that he is always in a bad mood. He rarely is ever in a true bad mood, more like he has a look on his face that says he isn’t having a great day. Solitude typically hangs out by himself all the time, strayed off from the path of normal people. He is one of those kids that sit at the lunch table by himself. He secretly hopes that he will get friends and that people will approach him and he will have things to say. He keeps this to himself though; he doesn’t want to get made fun of or anything, which brings us to another weakness of his: bullying. While he himself looks like he would be a bully, it wasn’t the same when he was a kid. He was the runt of his school classes, which always got him made fun of. This is another reason why he keeps to himself. He doesn’t like to be made fun of. Ever since he got taller and stronger, he doesn’t get made fun of as much as he used to, but he still is afraid that he will.

Likes:
One of Solitude’s favorite things to discuss is music. He loves most alternative and punk bands. Not new punk though, those bands all suck. He likes music from the nineteen-hundreds. He doesn’t like any of the new music with synthesizers and all those fancy machines. He likes the simple stuff, guitar, bass, drums, and keyboard. Nothing added.

Solitude has a passion for the sport football. He started to play it once he hit his growth spurt, and he was great at it. It came naturally to him. He enjoyed playing it. He loved to run, throw, and of course, tackle people. The boy played on a team for his school and led his school to many state-wide competitions that they often won. Even at camp, Solitude plays the sport. He keeps at least four footballs at his bunk. On warmer days at camp, he can often be found in the forest throwing footballs at foldable targets he made at the arts and crafts center at camp.

Solitude enjoys playing video games as well. He prefers actual consoles rather than handhelds. His favorite system has to be the Xbox 360. Even though he doesn’t actually own one, there are some in the game room at camp, where he can be found on the colder days. He prefers shooting and fast-paced games rather than sports or racing games. The only sport game he will play is, of course, Madden. He mostly likes to play games like Battlefield 3, Skyrim, and any of the Fallout games. He dislikes games that people nerd over, such as Call of Duty. Whenever he plays that game he always ends up rage quitting.

Despite the fact that every single one hates him for some reason, Solitude likes animals. He prefers animals like lizards and fish rather than a cat or dog. He is actually scared of dogs. When he was a kid his family had one and it was always acting hostile towards the boy. The fear never melted away from his mind; it is the only one he can’t overcome.

Dislikes:
Solitude doesn’t like people who try to ‘stay with the times’. This includes scene kids, hipsters, and those god-awfully annoying gamer girls. The boy likes people for who they are, not for who they try to be. He will openly make fun of kids who try to act like everyone else. He absolutely despises them. He doesn’t see why people can’t just act how they are and be happy. He acts like himself and he is happy, so why can’t other people be like that?

Solitude isn’t really one for reading. He can only read books that have fast-paced action or informal ones that are about stuff he is really into, such as lock picking or football. He does have problems with reading because of his dyslexia, but he often makes it sound worse than it really is. He often pretends to stutter and mess up words whenever he reads aloud to other people. He doesn’t realize that this will make people want to make him read more to make him better at it rather than just leaving him alone and asking him to never do it again.

Solitude doesn’t really like people in general. If he doesn’t know the person, he automatically considers him/her a jerk. Most people were jerks to him as a young kid, so that is still how he views people. The only people to really ever be nice to him were his parents, who, he figured out on his fourteenth birthday, weren’t even his real parents. He also dislikes his true mom for being such a coward in her life. He had never met her because of the fact he was an infant when she killed herself, but if he ever meets her he is going to beat her up, or so he claims.

While on the subject of quitting, Solitude absolutely despises people who are weak-willed. He cannot stand it when people give up just because they failed the first time they tried. That’s how you get better at things. Of course though, this can be applied to Solitude as well. He sees himself as the person who never quits, when in reality he quits doing things quite a bit. So to put it short, Solitude is quite the hypocrite.


Fears:
When Solitude was a child, his father had a dog. It was a big ol’ Great Dane. The thing was generally a very nice dog . . . well . . . to everyone but Solitude. It often growled at him and tried to attack him whenever the boy was near him. Because the dog was nice to everyone else though, his parents did not get rid of it. Instead, they would just lock him up or hold his collar whenever Solitude was around. Solitude stills carries this childhood fear with him wherever he goes. He often cringes whenever he hears a dog growl or even bark. It is a fear he cannot get rid of no matter how hard he tries.

Solitude, despite his behavior, is terrified of heights. He will act like nothing scares him and embrace this fear, but on the inside he is crying and freaking the hell out. This tends to happen with everything Solitude has a fear about. He keeps it to himself. Because he doesn’t admit them, he never actually gets rid of the fear. He refuses to state that he is actually afraid of things. He sees it as a sign of being pathetic.

Water is another thing Solitude is afraid of. Not exactly things like swimming or taking a shower, but being submerged in it. He has a constant fear of drowning. Whenever he goes swimming he makes sure to stay in the shallows, because he doesn’t know how to swim. He is too afraid to learn how to swim. He doesn’t trust his body that it will be able to keep him above the water.

Solitude is also afraid of being in small areas. To expose him more, he hates being in small spaces in the dark. He will get the feeling that the area is slowly closing in on him and will eventually crush him. He can tolerate small places, but not for a long time before he starts freaking out.

Solitude knows of all of his fears and holds a grudge against himself for being afraid of such simple things. He thinks that he should be able to overcome anything. Sometimes he gets surges of bravery and goes to challenge the fear. As he gets closer to the fear though, his courageousness diminishes and he will go and get all angry and upset at himself for giving up.

Personality:
Solitude is usually associated by other kids as being a cold-hearted and unloving person. While this is slightly true, Solitude does still have feelings. He is just very good at hiding them. He tends to always seem as if he is in a bad mood. There is really no way for someone to get by this feeling he has to open him up. He keeps himself locked up tight. For him to actually talk to someone, such as saying how he feels and that type of thing, he has to have known them for a long time. Most of the time it’s around a few years. Trust is a thing that does not come easily to the boy. He does not trust anyone. He hardly trusted his parents as a child as well. Whenever he did trust someone as a kid, they always somehow let him down. Due to this, he will never tell people anything, even if they says things such as “I promise” or “pinky swear”. He knows that people are just full of lies.

Solitude loves competitions. Well, he doesn’t think he does, but he really does. He is very competitive and it does not take much to get him feeling that way. He likes to show people what he is made of, making him brush of as prideful. That isn’t his intention though. He just wants to show people that he isn’t talentless. The boy often gets very competitive when it comes to games, especially sports. He will go to great heights to win. If he loses even after trying as hard as he can, Solitude makes himself appear as if he has a great sense of sportsmanship. He will look like he doesn’t care and that it was just for fun, but on the inside he is raging the hell out. He can’t hold a grudge, even if he tries. He can say things like “I’m not going to talk to you ever again” but five minutes later he will be engaged in a conversation with the same person. He is not exactly a man of his word when it comes to those things.

Solitude often finds himself in situations where he just can’t keep his mouth shut. His competitive nature make it so he must always try to win an argument, no matter how wrong he actually is. This often ends up with him saying very unnecessary things that aren’t even on the course of the subject. The boy has to win every argument he gets himself into. He usually doesn’t have enough information to back himself up though, so he more than often loses. Very rarely will he give up. He only does that against people that he knows as a fact will not give up as well.

Besides not keeping his word with grudges, Solitude is good at keeping promises. He is the type of person who sticks to his words. Unless it, of course, involves grudges. He can’t really bring himself to bean mean. Either he is in a bad mood, or he is very poorly faking it. Solitude will go to great lengths to keep a promise safe. This can often get him in trouble, but he doesn’t care. He believes that if he says something, he should keep his word; not just say something then turn around and tell everyone he knows and meets the secret.

Solitude absolutely hates being alone. Even though he can usually be found hanging around by himself. This is because he doesn’t really know how to make friends. He isn’t socially awkward, he just can’t find words to use as ice breakers. Once he starts a conversation he has no issues though. It is just the matter of beginning. Solitude usually gets quite happy when he can actually talk to people about real things, not just about camp and what is going on in the world of the gods and whatnot. He likes to talk about ‘real’ things, not things that society considers to be false.

Solitude normally is very secretive and keeps everything to himself. It can take ages to actually talk to him about personal things, mainly because he doesn’t trust people. The boy can often be found by the creek or in his bunk, thinking to himself. He will not open up to someone with other people around, he has to know that he is with only him and the other person. It takes Solitude a long time to trust someone, but some people have something that ‘click’ for him. For those type of people it could take only a few days or so to have himself talking about himself. He never truly opens up like a book though, not to anyone. He has his own secrets that he plans on never telling anyone.

Pride normally never gets in Solitude’s way when it comes to helping out people. He will not hesitate to help someone who needs help. He doesn’t have the heart to watch people die or get hurt. He isn’t the type of person to not help someone because they said they could do something they couldn’t better than him. He tends to keep the things secrets as well. He doesn’t gossip to people, so it doesn’t matter anyways. Solitude will not tell people things to bring another person down as well, he sees that as just plain cruel. Solitude is never mean unless there is a good reason. What a good guy.

Powers:
Despite him always asking his father for some type of power at every solstice, Solitude stays powerless. He would love to have a cool power, like accelerated hunting skills or gaining the ability to talk to animals. He could have these powers, but he doesn’t. Solitude doesn’t think bad of his dad because of it though. He just thinks that his dad doesn’t remember that he exists.

Social Status:
Solitude is that kid that you see eating lunch at a table by himself or staying in his room all day. He does like to converse with people, he just sucks at it. He happens to get along well with people who are good at starting conversations, so he doesn’t have to sit around in awkwardness, waiting for someone to say something. Solitude had a few friends as a kid, but not many. His friends were usually all outgoing and always happy; he was the odd one out of the bunch. He was the person who would only talk to his friends when other people were not around. Solitude was usually respected by other kids in his school when he got taller and stronger, mainly because they were afraid of him and thought he would squash them like ants. He would never do anything like that though, he is too much of a nice guy.  

Summer or Year Rounder:
Solitude isn’t the strongest person, well, to demigod standards. This means that monsters don’t typically attack him all the time. He was only attacked by a monster once, and that was because he was hanging out with a stronger demigod. Solitude has the choice of being able to stay or leave, but he would rather stay. He wouldn’t want to go back to his noisy household and his brothers and sisters. God they are annoying. They never seemed to notice that Solitude never wants to talk. He would rather board himself in his room and play his bass all day than rather to actually have a two minute conversation with one of his siblings. Sometimes during the summer Solitude does go back home though. This is only on special occasions, such as a birthday (he feels obliged to at least attend them) or a holiday. Usually Solitude will go home for two weeks during the summer, just so he can get out of that world and find out what is happening in the real one. He usually spends that time in his room or sometimes he can persuade his one of younger brothers to throw a football with him.

Years at Camp:
Solitude first arrived at camp when he was at the age of fourteen, meaning the boy has been at camp for roughly two years. When the boy got there, he didn’t know anything about gods or what a god really even was. He had never really learned about Greek Mythology in school yet. He was first directed to Chiron, who freaked him out because . . . well . . . he is a centaur. After the initial shock of meeting a horse man was swept away from him, he was told to go to another man who preferred to go by Mr.D. Young Solitude went to the boy only to have his mind blown a little bit more than it already was. Dionysus gave the boy a harsh welcome, but harshness was nothing to Solitude. He had been bullied all of his childhood. It was really nothing for him. The god told him about how he was the descendant of a god blah blah blah...

Soon enough Solitude was put in the Hermes cabin, where he stayed until his father had to claim him after Kronos was defeated. From there he was moved to the cabin for kids with minor gods. Solitude didn’t mind it though. He was normally by himself, and he liked the fact that he was.

Life Before CHB:
On the second day of July, while rain beat down on the city of New York, a woman was giving birth to a child in a hospital. The child was born without complications, and the mother was healthy as well. The woman decided to name her son Solitude. It was an odd name and nurses whispered to another, wondering if the mother had something wrong with her head. What type of name was Solitude? The mother did not explain the story behind the name, she wouldn’t have named her child it, she would’ve named him something like Blake or Alex; anything but Solitude. The girl had made a promise though. A promise to her father, who she now hated. She wasn’t a promise breaker though. She stuck to her word. The year was nineteen ninety-six.

The pain was too much. The mother couldn’t handle it. She missed the child’s father. He had left her. She loved him deeply and he simply got up one night and walked out. The mother, who went by the name Svana, stopped taking care of herself and her child. Her friend, who took the girl in when her parents kicked her out of her home, had to start taking care of the child. He had only been on the earth for around two months at the time. The girl was a much better mother than Svana, who just sat on her bed all day, either sleeping or sobbing. Sometimes both at once, somehow. The mother could not bear to be all alone. She was one of those people who always had to have someone guiding her. Derek was the one who had been guiding her, but he had left her. He left her all alone. The girl was only eighteen years old, almost nineteen.

Alyssa Larns. That was the name of Svana’s friend. It was tragic for her to see Svana dead on the floor, a knife sticking out of her chest. She had immediately called the ambulance, but she was long gone by the time paramedics inspected her. At first it was a murder case, but one of the men preparing the body for her funeral found a note in her pocket. On the note was written the words “Take care of my child. I’m sorry I had to do this, but there is no hope for me.” This in itself showed that it was not murder, but suicide. The funeral went on as planned, Svana’s parents not wanting everyone else to know it was suicide. That is how their friends and family  still think of it too, that Svana had been killed in cold blood. It wasn’t the truth, but it took away much shame to her parents.

Alyssa took it up as her responsibility to take care of the boy, Solitude. Alyssa had a boyfriend, whose name was Trent. Trent helped take care of Solitude as well, well enough that it was as if it was his own son. That was a secret known by few people. Everyone who they met and became friends with after they took the boy in was told that it was their son. That was the way Solitude was raised as well, in lies. Trent ended up proposing to Alyssa four months after Svana’s death, and Alyssa said yes. The two got married on a sunny morning  and moved into a brand new house inside the city the same day.

Solitude was a healthy infant. He rarely ever got sick, and barely cried. The young child grew fast too. The years flew by. At year two, Alyssa gave birth to twins, one boy and the other a girl. And then at year seven, another boy. The family was happy. Solitude was the only one who looked different though. While he had brown hair and brown eyes, all of Alyssa’s children had either blue or green eyes and blonde hair. The question of how Solitude was never spoken, much to the parents happiness. They didn’t want to break it to their first son that he wasn’t theirs. Still, they treated Solitude as their own. Sometimes they even managed to trick themselves into thinking he was their child.

At the age of five, Solitude started to go to school. He skipped kindergarten and went straight into first grade. He was very mature for his age, and did well academically as well. He was a year younger than most of the other kids in his classes, but he seemed to learn more and do better in tests than them. The boy refused to go into classes for smart kids; he didn’t enjoy school, he only excelled at the things he was taught. He did not want to do any extra work and that didn’t really bother his parents. They were happy if he was happy, which he was at the time.

At the age of eight, Solitude still was not exactly growing. He was, but not too much. Other kids his age and in his school towered over him. This made his parents worry about him, so they ended up getting him checked out by a doctor. There was nothing wrong with him, he was growing slowly. The doctor said that he would eventually grow to the size of other kids. It didn’t appear as if the doctor was right, so his parents brought him to other doctors; all of them said the same thing though. “Give him some time.”

When Solitude was eleven he was still quite a bit shorter than other kids. He was doing fine in school and everything else though. He was active and fit and, thankfully, he showed no signs of being a demigod. The boy never had anything odd happen to him, which was actually the first question he was asked when he got to camp. More about that stuff later.

Thirteen was the magic number for Solitude. A few days after his birthday he slowly started growing taller. By the end of the summer, Solitude was around the height of five feet and three inches. Just that statement shows how small he was. This made Solitude’s parents quite happy to see that their ‘child’ was starting to grow. His twin siblings, who were two years younger than him, were taller than him. This often made it seem as if Solitude was Alyssa’s third child.

Solitude grew even more as the months flew by. By the time he was in eighth grade, he was five foot ten. Still no signs of the boy being a demigod though. He didn’t show signs of Dyslexia, but the ADHD made its prominence very clear. The boy could not sit still for the life of him. During school classes we would always be doodling or playing with twist ties. Anything that could keep him away from trouble worked.

At the age of fourteen, Solitude’s life fell apart a little bit. The boy was in his math class, playing with a rubber band, when there was a large crashing noise. The noise was taken as an explosion, so all the class had to hide under their desks and go through all that bomb safety stuff. The boy, however, saw something weird out the window, which he always made sure he sat by. There was a boy fighting a huge creature who looked like a giant with only one eye. Some other kid saw the two fighting and yelled that some kid was beating up the school bully. The statement puzzled Solitude, for he only saw a scrawny kid fighting a giant man with one eye. There was no bully, just a boy and a . . . whatever the guy was. Solitude kept his thoughts to himself though, for he didn’t want to seem as if he was crazy or anything.

Once the fighting died down and the kid and giant were out of view, Solitude was dismissed from school early, as  everyone other kid was. From what he heard people gossiping was that the bully had set off a bomb in the school and the scrawny kid beat the living crap of out him somehow. But the thing was that no one saw the two kids ever again. Everyone just assumed that they both changed schools. Solitude suspected that it was something in a bigger picture though. There was more to it than just that. He started to do research on what he saw. He searched up the fight and read every story about it online and in the newspaper. Everything said the same thing though.

On a warm day that summer, Solitude was at the park reading the story from a news website on his phone. That’s when he was bagged. Literally. The boy was strong, (he had started working out once he hit his growth spurt) but the man who had thrown a large sack over his head was stronger. The man tied him up in a sack and threw him in a van. Solitude struggled a lot, cussing and thrashing about. It got to the point where the man pulled over and untied him from the sack. The second he stuck his head out, he was slammed with a metal pipe. That shut him up. He didn’t even need to be tied back up. He was out cold.

When Solitude awoke, he was sitting in an office chair, a bandage wrapped around his forehead. He thought he was having a dream, because, sitting in a chair in front of him, was a man who was half-horse, half-man. But it was reality. He made sure it was. He pinched himself, he felt a slight pain. He slapped himself, he felt pain. This was real. The man was really half-horse. The . . . thing . . . introduced himself as Chiron. He called himself a centaur. Solitude wasn’t very strong in the Greek mythology section of history, but he at least knew what that was. That would explain what he was looking at. The horse-dude, after greeting him, stood up and walked, or whatever it is called for a horse, out of the room and beckoned Solitude to follow him.

The horse-guy led Solitude to a man who had a really bad taste of clothing. He was wearing one of those Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts. The man was rude, but it didn’t bother Solitude, he just listened to what the man had to say. The man gave him a short introduction to who he was, a greek god, then told him about where he was and why and other things that had to do with who he really was. As a ‘bonus’ the god showed him the guy who had taken him here. First off, it wasn’t a guy. Secondly, she was only fifteen. The girl, named Valkyrie, had managed to subdue him and bring him to camp, oh, and on top of all that, drive a van without a permit or anything. Solitude was a bit pissed about the fact that he was overpowered by a girl, but he couldn’t hold a grudge against her. He wasn’t good at that type of thing. The girl ended up becoming a good friend to him, but that was it. Nothing ‘clicked’ for them. They were only friends.

It took a few days for the boy to adjust to the life of a demigod, but he got a hang of it quickly. He was kept in the Hermes cabin, but often spent his time at the Dionysus cabin, which was where Valkyrie was from. The boy adapted to this new way of life quickly and fit in well. He was strong and active, which was a good thing to have at the camp. The weak kids were prey for the stronger and meaner kids. Once Kronos was defeated, Polydeuces took the five seconds out of his godly agenda to claim Solitude. After that happened, the boy was moved to a cabin for kids with minor gods. The boy sometimes wishes he was the son of more of a big shot god, but it doesn’t bother him too much. He likes where he is and who he is.

Role-playing Example:
Solitude walked down the street until he came to a large house that jutted out from a turn in the road. This had to be it. The boy reaches into the pockets of his brown cargo shorts and pulls out a crumpled piece of office lined paper, the yellow paged ones that made them look more made for business. His deep brown eyes dart from left to right at he reads the address that was written on the paper with an ink pen, which made it look as if the letters were streaked from being smashed up. Solitude was at the right place, well, according to the piece of paper he had shoved back in his pocket.

The house, from the outside, looked abandoned and had at least two floors. The exterior walls were defaced with graffiti, showing that no one had lived there in ages. With a deep breath, Solitude makes his way towards the house. His black running shoes squeaked on the walkway, which was made out of bricks, some intact, others in piles of shards. It had rained recently, making the bricks slippery and slimy to the touch. The boy didn’t plan on touching them any time soon though. He gets to the door, then knocks on it. No answer. The boy slams his fist on the door, making it sound louder. Still no answer. That was good. He didn’t want to be breaking into some gang operation or something else of the sorts that could get him killed.

Solitude reaches towards the door handle and attempts to twist it, but it would not budge. With a short sigh, the boy turns around and walks down the brick walkway a little ways. Once he reaches a place where he could get a good run going, he turns on his heel so he was facing the house again. The boy then runs in a sprint towards the door, then, right before he was about to collide with it, turns so his shoulder would hit the door. The impact from his shoulder hitting the door was enough to slam it off the hinges that held it in place. Solitude tries to stop himself from running, but ends up slamming into a wall inside the house. The boy was a bit dazed, but quickly recollects himself. He was in, good. Now to retrieve what belonged to him . . .

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